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The Cumberlandsj 



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By ROBERT P. HUDSON, 

Author of "Roving Footsteps,"' etc, ^ 

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SONGS 



OF 



The Cumberlands; 



A SERIES OF POEMS DESCRIPTIVE OF 



SCENES AND INCIDENTS AMONG THE CUMBERLANDS 

AND THROUGHOUT THE SOUTH. 



By ROBERT P. HUDSON, 

Author of "Roving Footsteps," etc. 



NASHVILLE, TENN.: "^"*^'*" ''''' 

C. R. & H. H. HATCH, PUBLISHERS, 

1887. 



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Copyright, 1887, by ROBERT P. HUDSON. 






PROEM 



^'^ The Cumberlands, reaching through Kentucky, Ten- 
- nessee, and North Georgia, have lately been justly cele- 
brated in the stories of various prose writers, but never 
before have they appeared in song. It is hoped that this 
little volume is not misplaced in attempting to fill the 
vacancy thus existing. 

The author wishes to say that these songs were not 
written with a view to publication, but were addressed to 
friends as his experiences in life. He has not made 
poesy a business, but a pastime. It is only after the toils 
of the field that he has had time to attend the flowers 
of his litde garden.; Whether, in his attempts on Parnas- 
sus, he has reached the court of Erato, the reader 
must say. 



fojSTENT^. 



Whence These Songs? 9 

Where Fountains Leap ^^ 

The Caney Fork " 

Laughing Spring ^4 

Chickamauga ^4 

Sequachee 

Rollicking Rivers '7 

The Old Tennessee ^^ 

Go, Love, to the World 2° 

Sunny Eyes 

Gushing Heart ^^ 

Tennessee ^ 

Loved Ones Afar ^7 

Deaf at Last ^9 

Soul in vSong ^^ 

Ahapopka , ^ 

Walk in Florida 33 

Gone to the Blest ^^ 

At Her Grave ^ 

Echoing Vales 37 

Montezuma's Sea 

Fare You Well ^^ 

Stroll in the Southland 43 

Spirit in Heaven ^^ 



Vlll TABLE OF CONTENTS. 

Sonnet to Spring 47 

Cupid's Captive 48 

Oothtanakee 49 

Blissful Dreams 51 

Hopes in Ashes 54 

Be Mine in Heaven , 56 

Wild Piper 58 

World's Exposition 58 

Thornless Flowers 60 

Memories of Georgia 61 

Bright Be Your Days 65 

Say, Do You, Darling 67 

Lost in Florida 69 

Storm at Sea 71 

Land of Flowers 72 

Ocklawaha 74 

Dark Warriors Are Where ? 76 

Crystal Caverns 77 

Sunset 79 



^ONQ^ Of THE j]uMBEI^LA|^Dp. 



WHENCE THESE SONGS? 



"Whence these songs?" the children ask me, 
As they press their lips to mine ; 

" Have you others?" yet they task me, — 
Little fairies half divine. 

Youthful muses overtake me. 

When my country bursts to spring ; 

Thousand happy voices make me 
Thrill with pleasure, so I sing. 

Every spike that spreads its sweetness 
Where the loud-note songsters throng; 

Every mountain in its greatness. 
Whispers to my heart a song. 

'Tis the music of the wildwood, 
That you read in rhythmic chimes, 

'Tis the stories of my childhood 
Brought to me from olden times. 

'Tis the lofty palms that greet me. 
And the voice of Southern seas ; 

'Tis the children dear that meet me 
Everywhere, that give me these. 



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WHERE FOUNTAINS LEAP. 



Where fountains leap and rivers laugh, 
O'er which soft shades as playful fleet, 

And mountain peaks the heavens quaff, — 
Exults my heart, rebound my feet. 

To-day I press the mountain's height, 
Mid golden beams, o'er streamlets free ; 

To morrow, where will fall my light ? 
I'll laugh through vales, I'll kis-^ the sea. 

But whether splendid art may gleam. 
Or gorgeous phase be pictured there, 

Know first your beauteous face will beam, 
Your name be whispered first in prayer. 

I love your mountains, love the sea, 
This glorious light mid vales I tread, 

But love that lives with you and me 
Will be a sweeter radiance shed. 

Oh ! still as fondly truthful prove. 
This foretaste is not all we'll see ; 

But know, while bursts my heart with love, 
For you its sweetest pangs will be. 



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THE CANEY FORK. 



(A triViutary of the Cumberland.) 

Crystal river, circling, seething. 
Foaming river, babbling, moaning, 
Pearly river, bright, reflecting. 
Darkling river, oft defiant, 
Giant river, now unwieldy. 
Wild, deep river, yet so gentle, 
Laughing river, ever happy. 
Playful river, always pleading, 

my river of all rivers ! 

Clustered round your drowning cascades. 
Filling, blessing all your waters, 
Resting on your cliffs and mountains. 
Live my dearest, sweetest memories. 
O my earliest friend an({ comfort, 

1 have spent so many summers 
Wading, trolling in your rapids. 
Rowing on your circling eddies, 

Trod your vales from morn till evening, 
Heard my voice from cliffs respondded, 
Shelteied in your caves from tempests, 
Swam your cooling tide by moonlight, 
No, I never can forget you. 
Never, never breaks my fondness. 

Flowery isles and rippling fountains. 



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Cloudless skies with balmy breezes, 
Towering rocks with deepest shadows, 
Water falls half hid with vapor. 
Lovely girls that kiss you, bless you, — 
MaUe your course a tour of rapture, 
Most endeared of all the rivers, 
Mimic sea, the heaven's mirror ! 

When through other lands I wander. 
Though I meet with cliffs as lofty, 
Water falls that speak as loudly, | 
Yet I find me sighing, sighing. 

For your rocky banks, my river ! 

In my heart enthroned forever,. 
Time nor fate can e'er depose you, 

Far though be my straying footsteps, 

I will oft return to greet you. 

Rest from cares that daily haunt me. 

Shun a world of envy, censure, 

View the sands my feet imprinted. 

Seek your cliffs, my early shelter, 

Plunge into your throbbing bosom, 

Source of all my youthful pleasure, 

O my river of all rivers ! 



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LAUGHING SPRING. 



Patient spring has suffered so 
Waiting for the frosts to go, 
Moved at last the hoary fields 
She I er gentle influence yields ; 
Waked to life each forest rings, 
Earth the brightest verdure brings. 
Sold to joy I seek the wood, 
Trillums, vines obstruct the road. 
Lucid leaves shut out the sky. 
Brooklets mumble, zeph\ rs sigh ; 
Through each dear, secluded grove 
Follow me if spring you love! 
Ever blossom, ever ring. 
Gentle, lucid, laughing spring ! 



CHICK AM A UGA. 



This evening a shudder came o'er me 
As I tramped this broad battlefield o'er. 

And thought of the feet that before me 
Had hurried there dripping with gore. 

I thought of each struggle so gory 

With thousands that wrestled for might. 



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Each call on the soldier for glory 

With the plea that he fought for the right. 

The plain is a ruin of forest 

And fort that depict the fierce fray ; 

The plowshare, in efforts the poorest, 
Would hide each grim vestige away. 

Broken bayonets are seen at each fastness. 
There molder the musket and blade ; 

The graveyard bespeaks in its vastness 
The havoc these relics have made. 

I turned from the field as the shadows 
Marked out the long lines of the foe, 

To picture the orphans and widows, 

x\nd hearts yet unsoothed in their woe ; 

The rattle of steel seemed to follow, 
The guns from each rampart to sj^eak, 

I heard the poor sufferers hollo — 
O fearful imagining, break ! 



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SEQUACHEE. 



A feathery cloud moves through the sky, 
Green velvet lawns spread to the west, 

Waves play upon the wheat and rye, 
The partridge weaves her grassy nest. 

The lucid corn extends its arms 
To catch the honey-dews that fall, 

The gardens blush beneath their charms. 
The pea cocks dart about and squall. 

From every hill a streamlet breaks, 
And rivers mirror back the scene ; 

The shadowy wood with twitters wakes, 
And cattle wallow on the green. 

Blue mountain peaks jut up beyond 
The para-iise that spreads between ; 

Some fairy must have waved his wand, 
And built this happy, heavenly scene. 



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ROLLICKING RIVERS. 



Ho ! broad is the space that divides us, 

The rivers that laugh the day through ; 
Ho! rough are the crags I've been crossing, 

They hide your sweet home from my view. 
Though broad be ibis space that divides us, 

No spirit so kind it assures ; 
Though wide be these rollicking rivers 

They mirror no home like to yours. 

'Tis a memory loved that goes with me, 

Of days in our tramps through your groves 
'Tis a blessing to dream thus forever 

Of things that my spirit so loves. 
Then remember, sweet lady, though parted, 

I dream of you, love you the same ; 
What though there be^spaces between us, 

I know they exist but in name. 
Come nights with your chill, dewy mantle, 

Gleam dimly, ye stars, from above. 
This world has a charm while yet lingers 

A hope of my old, dearest love. 

Roll laughing or mad, ye deep rivers. 

And spread, ye broad plains, as you will, 

You cannot divide me and loved ones. 
My spirit will live with them still. 



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THE OLD TENNESSEE. 

Shadowed by mountains that play with the cloud, 
Marked in your course by the gray rocks of time, 

Dark, rushing waters that sprays often shroud, 
River, the road that you tread is sublime ! 

Gathering the bright, sportive streams as you move. 
River, you've parted the heights that oppose ; 

Leaving the hills far behind T so love, 

Through valleys romantic your rapid flood goes. 

Borne on your bosom your march I've pursued. 
Seen you united with floods not your own ; 

Doubting, how often my hopes you've renewed ! 
River, I love you for times that are gone. 

Spring ushers in and your long fertile vales, 
River, outbloom all the rest of the land ; 

Autumn returns, but your cqrn never fails. 

Loaded with nuts here your tall hickories stand. 

Angling, how often I've rowed o'er your tide ! 

Sporting how oft I have known your embrace ! 
Often have stood on your steep, pearly side, 

Viewing the moon as it danced on your face. 

Mirroring back the grand scenes where you rove. 
River unbounded, flow ever as free ! 

Others may choose what they will for their home. 
Give 7)16 a home by the old Tennessee ! 




-Shadowed by mountains that play with the cloud, 
Marked in your course by the gray rocks of time. 



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GO, LOVE, TO THE iVORLD. 



Go, love, to the world with your beauty, 
And seek what you find not in me ; 

They, too, may make loving a duty — 
I know that you long to be free. 

Go, love, to another while youthful. 
Your love-lighted visage will wm, 

But know he can ne'er be as truthful. 
As constantly kind as I've been. 

Give your heart to his fires as a fuel. 
As fiercely he joined in the strife; 

But, darling, remember how cruel 

You break the dear dream of my life ! 

Go, leave me the world's cold derision. 
They cannot reprove me too much, 

And learn that your hopes are a vision, 
A bubble that bursts with your touch. 

Go, learn that deceivers are many, 
The faithful and loving are few ; 

When a friend you have found rot in any, 
Come back and I still will be true. 



SONGS OF THE CUMBERLANDS. 

So when in life's desert you welter 

With hopes that are mangled and low, 

Remember in me there's a shelter 
Awaiting your pleasure as now. 

Nuw wandering by Jordan's cold river 
I give up t*»e hope I once knew ; 

How peaceful my days had they never 
Been crossed by a heart so untrue ! 

I'll strive not to grieve though you sever 
The cords that my heart fondly wove. 

'Tis better to lose you than never 

To have had the sweet pleasure of love. 

Then go to the world with your graces, 
You've a cloudless and beautiful view ; 

You'll meet with more lovable faces, 
But never a spirit as true. 



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SUNNY EYES. 



I cannot see your face by night 

When shine unveiled those histrous spheres, 
For in their fierce electric light 

They blind me, if not dimmed with tears ; 
'Tis when a cloud envelops Jove 
We scan the burning space above. 

Sometimes, like Dido, I forget 

Those orbs cannot be looked upon. 

So, venturing from my screening net, 
I fall to plead before the throne. 

But, just as when I view the sun, 

I shield my blinded eyes and run. 

So pass the years, I cannot view 

Those dazzling lights but when a tear 

Flows o'er them its obstructing hue 

To dim the immortal phase they wear ; 

Then weep to break the blinding light, 

And soothe me with unbroken sight. 



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GUSHING HEART. 



Say, whither will a finite start 
In search of words that prove 

A gushing, gushing, gushing heart 
That gushes o'er with love ? 

No, tell me not mid severed thought 
Such truths as this may shine, 

There never was a fondness wrought 
In time as true as mine. 

No, never mortal love's its name 
By time and space subdued, 

Mine is a bright celestial flame, 
Though bursting yet renewed ; 

For henceforth when I wish I know. 
Though space be rolled between, 

Before me as in heaven will glow 
Your beauty sweet, serene. 

Then let this sphere of nature part, 

No changes can it prove ; 
In heaven I'll own this gushing heart 

Is wholly, truly love. 











B.right, peaceful homes reflected here 

In rivers that seem but the sky." — Page 25, 



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TENNESSEE. 

Resplendent sun with i^lorious light, 
Whose parting leaves the evening lull 

To stud the sky with stars so bright, 
'Tis here you are most beautiful. 

O crystal streams from mountain's peak, 
Whose waters every sport assure, 

And thousand springs from hills that break, 
The Nvorld has nothing else as pure ! 

beauteous vales that spread between 
These mountain heights and picture bliss, 

Fanned by a breeze from skies serene. 
There's not another scene like this ! 

Bright, peaceful homes reflected here 
In rivers that seem but the sky, 

Shadowed by trees and rocks as dear, 
No lovelier prospects meet the eye ! 

Dear, sighing groves, I want to find 
Your shadows by some sparkling brook, 

And, basking in the cooling wind. 
Give up the eve to pen and book ! 

1 want to find a water-mill 

That rumbles far up some ravine, 



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For there I know the blissful thrill 
Of solitude in peace serene. 

I love to know the peace that shrouds 

These fields where armies spent their, might, 

Or walk among the floating clouds 
Of Lookout Mountain's dizzy height. 

There's not a dream the age records 
Of iron wheels that banish space, 

There's not a blessing earth affords, 
But in its glory here we trace. 

Young Spring, 'tis here your sweetest stroke 
Dissolves in lovelier depths I see ; 

Each flowery bank and shadowy oak 
Affords a paradise for me. 

Oft by the noisy water fall 

I view the tides that whirl and seethe. 

Or listen to the pewit's call 

While strolling where the willows wreathe. 

My Tennessee, from east to west 
Yours is the fairest earth imparts, 

There's not another land so blest 
With ]>retty girls and noble hearts. 

O Tennessee, the rich and great, 
Forever thus your triumphs be ! 

Let others seek some other state, 
I'll live and die in Tennessee. 



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LOVED ONES A EAR. 



On the soft gleaming sands of the sea-shore to night 

I wander and gaze on the sea ; 
The full moon on high, with her arrowy light, 

Gilds nature with beauty for me. 

The cool, balmy breezes come whispering along 
With the billows that thunder ashore ; 

The mocking-bird, piping his varied song, 
Is heard above Ocean's loud roar. 

Wave rises and rushes to fall on the shore 
Where its comrade soon dashes its spray ; 

Like armies they come, while the columns before 
Forever are melting away. 

I gather the sea-shells for loved ones afar. 

From whose kindness I long have been gone ; 

They kiss me and whisper, " Wherever you are 
Forget not the hearts yet your own." 

I love the deep ocean, the sea-shore, this light 
That gilds the broad prospect for me. 

But I'd rather be back with those loved ones to-night 
Than gaze on this beauteous sea. 







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DEAF AT LAST. 



Sweetheart whom I thought sincere, 
Who my pleadings stooped to hear, 

Is deaf at last; 
Though I speak with brazen throat, 
Though I use the timbrel's note, 

She hears no blast. 

Roarings from the dark, deep sea, 
Matins from the citron tree 

And apricot, 
All a lover's sad lament 
With the pine-tree's moan, I've sent,- 

She hears them not. 

Jessamine's from the hammocks deep, 
Golden fruits in bounteous heap. 

And shells from seas ; 
Plumes from wild-birds timid, brave. 
Views of beauteous lakes, I gave, — 

They failed to please. 

Oh ! the times my muse implored, 
Sweetheart yet the more ignored ; 
When parted we 



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Said she, " I'll neglect no more, 
'Tween us though as ne'er before 
Should roll the sea." 

Favored thus I trusting roved, 
She again has faithless proved ; 

My sweetiieart, gone ! 
Never did I b'lieve a breast 
Where so many virtues rest 

Was wanting one. 

Walking 'lone on Flora's shore 
I shall hear old Ocean's roar. 

And hope, erelong, 
Happy, gentle, waking spring 
Her remembered smiles will bring 

To land of song. 

At the morning's golden gate 
I, condemned to sigh and wait, 

IvOok o'er the sea ; 
Spring with tidings flits along, 
Waves roll in with smile and song. 

But none for me. 



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SOUL IN SONG. 



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Did not I see your fingers move 
To notes that spoke in tones of love, 
Rebound the living keys along, 
Thus sweeping off my soul in song ? 
I gazed upon the instrument 
And wondered not, its tones were lent, 
I knew the melodies it spoke 
Forth from your heavenly spirit broke 
I knew the airs I heard it roll 
Were as they lived within your soul ; 
I gazed upon your calm, fair face, 
To day my eyes' loved resting-place, 
I knew a soul was peering through 
Those tender eyes of ocean hue, 
That pictured in your angel mien. 
Was most of heaven earth had seen. 
Each shadow drew its length away, 
The twilight grew as bright as day. 
My eyes were fixed immovably 
Upon the soul that spoke so gay ; 
If in my heart grief had a place 
Your music ravaged every trace. 

Dear lady, strike those keys once more 

And let me know my raptures o'er, 

No sweeter pain I ever knew 
Than when your music through me flew. 



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AHAPOPKA. 



(One of Florida's largest lakes.) 

Ahapopka, laughing sea, 

Mirror of your shores and sky, 

Take these simple flowers from me, 
Never more you'll greet my eye ! 

I have stemmed your rippled tide, 
Laughed u^on your placid face, 

I have slumbered by your side. 
Sported in your cool embrace. 

Now those happy days are o'er, 
Soon I quit your sunny isles, 

Sad to day I walk your shore. 
Take my tears instead of smiles. 

Lonely is my sable bower, 

I have left its silent room ; 
It has not a bird or flower 

That can cheer a heart of gloom. 

All your beauteous shores afford 
Gave my life a happier birth ; 

Where are scenes like these restored ? 
Where is heaven so much on earth ? 

You are beautiful, O sea ! 

More than words like mine can tell ; 
Still your charms will live with me, 

Ahapopka, fare you well ! 



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WALK IN FLORIDA. 



Zephyr flitting o'er the seas, 

Wooing e'er this land of spring, 

Zephyr with the spicy breeze, 
Fan me with your cooling wing ! 

Kiss me ! I was late relieved 
From old Winter's icy clutch ; 

Kiss me ! I am not deceived, 
'Tis your lips' delightful touch. 

Day and night sweet notes I hear, 

Filling every citrus grove ; 
Genial spirits hold me near, 

Angels greet me where I rove. 

Thousand lakes embraced with flowers 
Glad in every walk, my eyes ; 

Golden fruits and cooling bowers, 
Beckon as the morning flies. 

Water-fowls of beauteous plume, 
Fishes sportman's arts decoy, 

Blooming groves with heaven's perfume, 
Make this land a scene of joy. 



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34 SONGS OF THE CUMBERLAND8. 



GONE TO THE BLEST 



This day they have buried my treasure 
Where oft we have playfully trod, 

My beauty beyond mortal measure, 
Too soon to be pressed by the sod. 

O light in the lovely to-morrow, 

Refracted but beauteous ray ! 
You leave us the burdening sorrow, 

The darkness that follows the day. 

Too bleak was the breath of December 

To nurture a dahlia so pure ; 
You have gone to the blest, but remember 

You leave us the brunt to endure. 

The miscreant Death, ere he prest you, 
Concealed not his sighs as he stood, 

But the angels rejoiced and caressed you. 
To give you the home of the good. 

You have gone from the sinful and fleeting, 
Where specious Temptation allures ; 

In heaven will next be our meeting 
If our lives are as perfect as yours. 



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You have gone to a world where your equals 
And likes your companions will be ; 

Where love is your life, and the sequels 
Of truth are the joys you will see. 

You have gone from the suffering and dying, 
Where love is born but to be crossed ; 

But think of the hearts that are sighing. 
And 7nine that is wounded the most. 

O lady, beloved but immortal, 

Turn back but to soothe the bereft ! 
Look, love, from your spiritual portal. 

As we walk in the light you have left ! 

Good-bye, my beloved beyond measure ! 

Your pean is heard from above ; 
Your smile that was most of our pleasure 

Now beams on the angels of love. 

Good-bye ! but the laurel shall ever 

Bloom over your dust as in May, 
And know from our loving hearts never 

Will fade the first memory away. 



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AT HER GRAVE. 



I heard that the Lord of all creatures 
Had takf-.n my angel He gave ; 

I hastened to gaze on her features, 
But only returned to her grave. 

The breezes were cold and outspoken, 
And freshly upturned was the sod ; 

I stood by the palings there broken 
And bowed to the will of my God. 

I felt that the blow had bereft me 

Of most of this world I have found ; 

The evening departed and left me 
To weep by the desolate mound. 

But why should I linger here giving 
Up most of my evenings to pine ? 

I know that my loved one is living 
In a world that is brighter than mine. 

A memory sweet never leaves me 
Of life with a heart all my own ; 

'Tis only her absence that grieves me — 
My life is so cheerless and lone, 

I'll wait till this journey is over, 

Though often bereavements must come 

I know that my lost I'll recover 
To love in the spiritual home. 



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ECHOING VALES. 



Dear girl, in the vale where your lovable form 

Was sheltered in earlier years, 
Where we greeted the sunshine or breasted the storm 

To mingle our blessings and fears ; 
Where we rowed o'er the river that glided along 

With a rollicking laugh ever new, 
Or squandered the moments in transport and song, — 

I count o'er my memories to you. 

Here stands the gray crag that we mounted to view 

The landscape before us that lay ; 
Above it the sky bends as cloudless and blue 

As it did in our happiest May. 
The skiff that we paddled here rests on the shore. 

But time has corroded its chain ; 
The gunwales are broken, the burdens it bore 

Perhaps it will bear ne'er again. 

Here the cataract falls, and its thunders are heard 
On the mountain and thorn-covered moor ; 

Here often we strayed and we spoke not a word, 
But by gesture, so deafening the roar. 



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Here stands the gray crag that we mounted to view 
The landscape before us that lay;" — Page 37. 



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Here circle the eddies and bubble the boils 

Where we waited and angled of yore ; 
Here the old water- wheel with its burden still toils, 

The mill rocks and groans as before. 

Here rises the dwelling that sheltered your head, 

But its rooms have been silent for years ; 
The beauteous soul that adorned it has fled — 

I view the old cottage through tears. 
The fences are broken, the lilies are gone 

Your eyes so delighted to view ; 
Here Loneliness sits on the fountain's cold stone, 

Day and night she is mourning for you. 

The ''too whoo" of the owl echoes loud through this vale. 

Like our pleasures the day softly dies. 
Now comes on the breezes the night-bird's sad wail. 

And the moon drops her light from the skies. 
How pensiv^e to stand in this valley and see 

Sable night spread her mantle abroad ! 
My comrade removed, here is left but for me 

Wandering love and a crag-covered road. 



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MONTEZUMA ^ SEA. 



Looking o'er this rippled sea 

Which recedes beyond my sight, 

Tired of booUs that load my knee, 
Tired of sea-gulls in their flight, — 

I'm reflecting on the time 

This broad water holds me here. 

Burning neath a sultry clime, 

Homesick though my tent is near. 

Backward moves the moaning tide, 
All the sea-birds herald night; 

Go, you ocean, deep and wide ! 

I must leave you while there's light. 

But to-morrow where I move 
Far from this resplendent view, 

Oh ! my heart will ache with love 
And my sighs be ail for you. 



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FARE YOU WELL. 

Fare you well! may peace attend you 

Through the vale I leave behind, 
May each wounded heart befriend you 

Though your every thought's unkind. 
Though we part, my prayers will greet you 

Through the years you bid me go ; 
Should the fiercest fortune meet you 

Still those blessings you will know. 

Oh ! the anxious hopes that cheered me. 

Thrills so long my sweetest pang ; 
Oh ! the pledges that endeared me 

Fall to ashes where they sprang. 
How my pining heart has loved you, 

Weltering at 3'our feet a slave ! 
Your reproachful look has proved 

False to every vow you gave. 

When a careless child I sought you 
Straying through your woodland wild. 

Little treasured gifts I brought you. 
Which you took and always smiled. 



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Where no curious eye could greet us 
Pledged we then we'd never part, 

What e'er be the fates that meet us 
Each would hold the other's heart. 

Like the morning skies that greet me 

But ere noon with clouds is black, 
Your dear love that used to meet me 

Quits its early beaten track. 
Fare you well ! the hearts that love you 

Fall beneath the cruel blow ; 
Though my kindness may not move you, 

Soon my sorrow you shall know. 




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STROLL IN THE SOUTHLAND. 



From the wild Appalachians long lost in the haze, 
I stroll in the Southland through long sunny days. 

I passed the dense heathers of Cumberland heights ; 
The deer bounded by me, and their eyes were great lights. 

I left the Warito* whose smiles yet I trace, 

But stooped in ray wonder and kissed its bright face. 

I've gone from the fountains that gush from your hills 
To bathe in the seas that my heart ever fills. 

Removed from mv loved ones I stroll o'er this strand, 
Where summer forever is queen of the land ; 

Where palm and the cypress encircle the lakes, 

And this glittering pontchartrain of laughter partakes; 

Where gay birds unwearied flit over the scene, 

And the gray, friendless s])ider is weaving his screen. 

"'■•Indian name of Cumberland River. 



44 SONGS '^F THE CUMBERLANDS. 

Each prospect that greets me as daily I rove, 
Brings back to my memory the home that I love. 

These waters unbounded go sporting along, 
And wake in my bosom a volume of song. 

My days are a joy in the rapturous wood. 

And my nights even more as I float on the flood. 

Could a shadow of grief ever dawn in this place. 
To darken the sunlight of beauty I trace? 

Oh ! no, but when fancy transforms each dear spot, 
And pictures my home where I know it is not. 




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SPIRIT IN HE A VEN. 

O Spirit whose home is celestial, 

Removed from this censure and strife 

To pleasures unknown to the bestial, 
Think of those in the outskirts of life. 



We know you still live and about you 
Are cares for your happier birth, 

But still we are grieved for without you 
What pleasure affords this old earth ? 

Spring bursts from its confines and glitters 
As bright as the morning we met ; 

The prospect, though gay, but imbitters, 
And life is o'ercast with regret. 

I seek the green woodland at vesper, 
Where birds at their nest weaving ply; 

I think of your soft, loving whisper, 
And quit the dear scene with a sigh. 



46 SONGS OF THE CUMEERLANDS. 

I list to the brooklet's low mumbling, 
The voices I hear seem to say, 

That fate is so cruel and humbling, 
This world had not tired of your stay. 

By streamlets more lovely you wander, 
And landscapes sublimer you see ; 

With brighter companions you squander 
The evenings you once gave to me. 

I know that the beauties that greet you 
Lead you far in that love-lighted place ; 

But wait, only wait till we meet you. 

And those grandeurs together we'll trace. 

Yes, wait at the entrance to heaven. 
Our canvas is soon to be furled ; 

When by one tempest more we are driven 
We'll meet in the spiritual world. 



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SONNET TO SPRING. 



Still frolics Spring, the fields with spikes are strown, 
The mumbling- brooklets through the meadows flow, 
The mock-birds trill, the busy planters go ; 

Good bye to Winter since his frosts are gone : 

I stroll among the rugged cliffs alone 
At eve to see the sunset's dying glow. 
Or troll in rapids where the blushing bow 

Of Iris bends above me as my own. 

O lovely scene, beloved dehghtful Spring, 

Reward of four months' suffering in the frost! 

We laugh forever 'neath your verdant wing 
But sigh forever when your smiles are lost; 

Sear Autumn may have pleasures yet to bring. 
But flowers and sunshine children love the most. 



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CUPID'S CAPTIVE. 



I say not that I love you, still 

From every sigh's repulsion 
You see my senses and my will 

Are struggling in convulsion. 
My anxious glances when I rise 

To pay each benediction, 
Discover surely to your eyes, 

This homage is no fiction. 

It is enough, I'll plead no more 

In love's replete advances ; 
My spirit begs for only your 

Benignant smiles and glances. 
Have mercy! 'tis no fiendish call, 

I ask it through emotion ; 
From that exalted summit fall. 

To bathe in love's pure ocean. 



SONGS OF THE CUMEERLANDS. 

OOTHTANAKEE. 

(Fulls of Taylor's Creek, Tenn.) 

Hovering here excluding day 
Ever hangs this cloud of spray, 
Through the trees the tempest howls, 
Far below the water scowls ; 
Here a tempest cleaves its way 
Through this fissure ni^ht and day, 
Leaping from the cliffs around 
Fall the streams with deafening sound, 
Dancing, sparkling, wild they come 
Bursting into mist and foam : 
Sometimes, when the ^aporssway, 
Struggles through a beam of day, 
Then in mists again immured 
Thus this grandeur is obscured. 
Through the cloud that wraps the scene 
Iris bends her lovely mien. 
While above the mantling spray 
Glow the silver shafts of day. 

Where these dark abutments stand 
Smile and frown go hand in hand, 
Beauties greet you, yet beware, 
Dark, deep chasms await you there. 
Oothtanakee in despair 
Sought these cliffs to end his care. 
On the hungry rocks below 
Broke his cumbrous load of woe. 



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" Beauties greet you, yet beware, 
Dark, deep chasms await you there," — Page 49. 



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BLISSFUL DREAMS. 



Love, may I lay my bead to rest 
Once more upon your snowy breast, 
There near the heart I love the most 
Let all things else in dreams be lost ? 



While pillowed thus my spirit eyes 
Ope softly on elysian skies ; 
Yes, sleeping there as evening dies, 
To heaven in dreams my spirit flies. 



For waking oft you fondly wait. 
I wake, am still at heaven's gate ; 
How fond the love, how sweet the rest. 
To kiss and slumber on your breast ! 



Then greet me at your generous home. 
To know your love again I come. 
There through your sweet lips to absorb 
The soul that guides me like an orb. 



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I'll have no need to turn away 
In spirit from this realm of clay, 
To seek in other worlds the bliss 
That thrills me in your soothing kiss. 

Still in your youthful mien I trace 
The beauty of an angel's face, 
So heaven, instead of far away. 
Here daily beams upon my way. 

When sleeping I shall dream of you, 
The most of heaven I ever knew, 
And waking, I'll again caress 
The form I so much love to bless. 

The time approaches, love, when we 
Again those happy hours shall see. 
Gaze fondly in each love-lit eye 
To kiss and kiss and kiss good bye ! 

Oh ! no we never more can part 
Lest each will take the other's heart, 
Thus treasured, though apart we rove. 
To still as fondly, truly love. 

Erelong the mountain's frozen crest 
My feet must press as oft they've prest, 



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There with old Winter's chilling powers 
To wrestle as in former hours. 

Too soon between us Ocean's roar 
Will clash as it has not before, 
And I must give your kindly home 
For clouded skies and salt sea-foam. 



Although I go with footsteps fleet 
My heart is lowly at your feet, 
Though cruel fates my life control 
My love's as lasting as my soul. 

When on the sea my head shall rest 

I'll think it is your heaving breast, 

And when sweet sleep and dreams are given 

I'll know not but I'm with my heaven. 



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HOPES IN ASHES. 



Yes, I know the hopes I cherish 

Here must end, 
Joys I thought would never perish 

Here must end ; 
Oh ! the grave must hold my pleasures ! 
Place the sod above my treasures 

Where they fall. 

Oh ! I'm lonely weeping, sighing 

O'er my fate. 
Oh ! my heart is wilting, dying 

O'er my fate ; 
Your fair hands have dug the fissure. 
Mine must lie beneath the pressure 

Evermore ! 

Now your angel form has left me 

Dying here, 
Your sweet smile of life bereft me 

Dying here ; 
Never more on earth to meet you. 
Not to think in heaven I'll greet you. 

Darling love ! 



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Fare you well ! but yet I welter 

At your door, 
Gone forever is the shelter 

Of your love ; 
Yet, though weltering, don't deride me, 
Broad, dark distance must divide me 

And your love. 

Let your elm-tree lift its moaning 

Where I fall, 
Let your mock-bird sing till dawning 

At my grave ; 
I'll be truly blest in dying 
If you'll woo me, kiss me lying 

At your door. 




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BE MINE IN HE A VEN. 



It seems that I had fixed my heart 
On one some less repulsive, 

It seems, as fruitless years depart, 
I'd break this spell convulsive. 



Not so, my love springs up anew 
And blooms as spring-time finds me, 

My soul is ever fixed on you, 
Nor Time nor Fate unbinds me. 



Yes, as the seasons decades bring. 
Take hopes I cherished early, 

My love blooms in unfading spring 
And furls your breast more nearly. 



Oh ! what a pleasure that will be, 

To know I'll love forever, 
In dreams your beauteous face to see, 

And break those visions never ! 



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To know, though never more be given 

On earth, a time to bless you, 
I'll love you when we meet in heaven 

And still as fondly bless you. 

But what a stunning, murderous blow 

If in those realms elysian 
Your lovely smiles I did not know 

In truth or kindred vision ! 



Let years be numberless or few. 

Forgive the oft told story. 
How quick they'd go if I but knew 

You'd wed me, love, in glory ! 

Then though my tree of hope is sear. 

Its toppling crest is riven, 
Speak, love, and make me happy here, 

Say you'll be mine in heaven ! 



58 SONGS OF THE CUMEERLANDS. 



WILD PIPER. 



I hear an orchestra's sweet pleading 
This eve as the shadows grow long, 

I hear the wild piper's loud carol 
Converting the vale into song. 

The soft breeze is rife with the flute notes 
That ring from the mountain away ; 

They come as bright dreams of the parted, 
The joys of a happier day. 



WORLD'S EXPOSITION. 



(NeAV Orleans, Feb. 1885.) 

Summary of earth, lost in your depths I rove ! 

Gleanings from every age, from every clime ! 
I find each art, invention, age I love 

Mixed in one dazzling show, O scene sublime ! 

Why journey further ? England, Egypt, Rome, 
Japan, France, Greece and China lavish here 



SONGS OF THE CUMBERLANDS. 5§ 

Their products, and old Mexico's at home, 
But Turks' and Arabs' pipes the ribbons wear. 

Spreads here with careful hands our own fair land 
Her thousand cereals; well she may not blush : 

Here stretches Georgia, yonder rises grand 
Vermont in marble, Kansas makes a rush. 

My Tennessee well burdened answers " Here ! " 
In all but apples, I could eat her store; 

For corn and peas a label she should wear. 
Such beets and 'tatoes never hit this shore ! 



Here's Florida in thousand different w^oods, 
And fruits as numerous as her crocodiles ; 

There sits old California with competing goods. 
Wreathing her sunburnt face with broadcast smiles. 

They turn us in at lo A. M., all day 

We jostle thousands, shove our way from Spain 

Across to China, through the States, and stay 
A while at Yeddo waiting for the train. 

In pottery I believe old Venice wins. 

Give Mexico a button for her beans, 
Texas should have a cracker for her skins, 

For Carnivals the prize is New Orteans'! 



60 sOnGs of the CUMBERLANDS. 



THORN LESS FLOWERS. 



Let the rose without the thorn 
Line your path as never mine, 

Hither sweetest joys be borne 

While on guard may angels shine. 

Let the storms that press my brow 
Lull their rage ere reaching you, 

Let the waves that beat my prow 
Nearing yours their peace renew. 

Be each dearth of hope for me. 
Famine for my lips alone, 

I am always blest to see 

Yours a pleasure not my own. 



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MEMORIES OF GEORGIA. 



From the dark Cobuttah Mountains 
Where Cotakah and Ellijah 
Clasp their tiny hearts in wedlock, 
Down the reedy Coosawattee 
Till it weds the Connesaiiga, 
Down the rocky Oostanaula, 
Through the trodden field Resaca, 
Till the Etowah and Coosa 
Mingled with the Tallapoosa, 
And the glorious Alabama 
Gave me to the Montezuma, — 
Oh ! my heart so mucb exulted 
I was weary once with pleasure. 

In the vale of Oothcaloga 
Waved the harvest, sang the plowman, 
And the peaks of Allatoona 
Echoed back the dying numbers, 
And the yellow Chattahoochee 
Rolled its majesty before me, 
Till it met the Thronateeska, 
Made the Appalachicola, 



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All alone by the Ocmulgee 
In the shadows of the pine-trees 
Oft I fished away the evenings, 
Rowed upon its smooth, deep waters 
To the sandy, dark Oconee, 
Rested on the Altamaha, 
Drifted to the Great Ohoopee. 

Once I loved the Withlocoochee, 
Strolled among its cool, dense hammocks, 
But the laughing AUapaha 
Won me with its brighter luiiines, 
And the Httle Suwanoochee 
Lured me to the old Suwanee. 

Once I sought the swift Tallulah, 
Till it wedded the Chattooga, 
Followed on the clear Tugalo 
To the beautiful Savannah, 
Bathed my bark in the Kiokee, 
Sheltered in the lap of Uchee, 
Rested on the far Ogeechee. 

Far beyond the Ocklokonee 
And the gentle Okopilco, 
Where no more the Kinchafoonee 
Leads us to the Thronateeska, 
And the moaning Ichawaynochaway, 
Spread the breaks of Okefenokee. 
Once I floundered in its jungles 
As I rambled in the Southland, 



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But a gentle igiiis-fatuus 

Led me back to the Satilla." — Page 64. 



64 f-ONGS OF THE CUMBERLANDS. 

But a gentle ignis-fatuus 
Led me back to the Satilla. 

Good-bye, Georgia! yet your Soquee 
Fills my heart like Auchee Hachee, 
And the sobbing Tobesofkee 
Calls my thoughts to Towaliga. 
O the shades of Appalachee ! 
They are loved as the Tocoa, 
And your Cannauchee reminds me 
Of my Tennessee's Hiwassee, 
Of the playful stream Sequachee. 




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BRIGHT BE YOUR DAYS. 



Peaceful and bright be your days, 

Gilded with hope's silver beam, 
Freed from each gathering haze 

Be your journey one beautiful dream. 

Sweet be the roses that line 

Your pathway while blossom the trees, 
Soft be the clasp of the vine 

That holds your young heart in its wreathes. 



Long be the spring you will know 
The brightest the world ever knew. 

Hushed be each breath that would flow 
Opposed to a vision like you. 

Your road is a pageant more bright 
Than earth, so we follow your wake ; 

But, oh ! give us peace in your might, 
Be gentle with hearts that you break ! 



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'Tis a meteor passing I know, 

All the stars have grown dim in the blaze 
You give to our world a bright glow 

But m> heart feels the most while we gaze. 

O light that has ravaged the world, 
Comet drawing the orbs in your wake, 

O spirit of beauty unfurled, 

Be kind to the hearts that vou break 




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SAV, DO YOU, DARLING. 



Say, do you darling, when you milk 
Your gentle cows or rope the calf. 

Or sweep away the spider's silk, 

But think of me sometimes and laugh ? 

Say, when you slap the beds about 
Or fling their covers out to sun, 

A moment, love, forget to pout 
To think of me and days of fun. 

When bending o'er the heated stove 
You roll the roasting coffee free, 

Or when the biscuit pan you shove. 
Think so you've often done for me. 

But when you splash the wash-tub, dear. 
With dripping clothes and soapy hands. 

With bonnet flapped and dress you wear, 
I know your beauty most commands. 

But when you pick the stately goose 
That kicks and screams at every blow, 



68 SONGS OF THE CUMBERLANDS. 

Be merciful and turn him loose, 
Just think I would not treat ^^w so. 

How beautiful your evenings, love. 

For covering apples from the dews, 
To give each romping child a shove 

And walk the porch without your shoes ! 

Do for me, as your chickens, care ! 

I saw a hawk once make his swoop, 
But you with gentle hands were there 

And put them in their litde coop. 

But when you're picking beans, beware ! 

The stinging- worm's a sneaking foe; 
Some playful lizard, hiding there, 

Might set you screaming " snake !" you know. 

So, darling, still as useful be. 

And make your home a cloudless noon ; 

At table place a plate for me. 

For I'll be there to help you soon. ^ 



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LOST IN FLORIDA. 

Tuskeneha, tell me, guide, 

Where we are, we perish here ! 

Tempests gather far and wide, 
Thunders grate upon my ear. 

What a grand, terrific light 

Flashes through this wilderness ! 

Yet each blaze that breaks the night 
Adds no hope in our distress 

Through the fan-palms crocodiles 

Seek the pathway where we grope ; 
Greeted by their hungry smiles, 
We may bid adieu to hope. 

'Mong these breaking, crashing trees 
Who would tremble not with dread ? 

Near us break the angry seas, 

Here the clouds their vengeance she,d. 



70 ■ SONGS OF THE CUMBERLANDS. 

Gladly would we say good night 
To this flashing, swaying scene ; 

No, we wander here till light 
Tears away the sable screen. 

Indian's hut perhaps is near 
Hajo, speak your signal call ; 

Nothing but these hammocks hear, 
Where no human footsteps fall. 

Yet may not a shelter be 

In this tangled forest found ? 

Yonder, lo ! an orange-tree 

Spreads its sheltering leaves around. 

Guided by the lightning's blaze, 
Marshes, miring sands, we press ; 

Chilled by rains and salt-sea sprays, 
Thus we tramp this wilderness. 



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STORM AT SEA. 



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How many weary days must come 

Before I see your face, 
Before I greet you at your home 

And know your loved embrace ! 

My bark is waiting, love, to fly 

Across the waters wide. 
But Montezuma's Sea is high, 

I cannot stem the tide. 

How fast tlie mountain billows come, 

Tossed wildly by the srale ! 
While madly thus they heap their foam 

No. seaman spreads his sail. 

I would not now forsake this shore 
Were tempests halt* as high ; 

I never saw such seas before, 
Such blazes through the sky. 

But by the favoring smiles of Heaven, 

Which ever mine may be, 
Ere one brief season more be given 

We'll meet beyond the sea. 



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LAND OF FLOWERS. 

If far Sahara be a land 

Of dancing heat and burning sand, 

Where all the beauty nature yields 

Has loi)g since withered from the fields, 

Sahara is not here, this place 

Assumes a brighter, lovelier face. 

Here are the crystal lakes that smile 

And mirror back each flowery isle. 

Here grow ihe palms and hammocks green, 

Old Winter does not change the scene, 

Bay, live-oak. cypress, pine we view. 

Magnolias claim attenti'm, too. 

Here softly fans the cool sea-breeze. 

All day it moans among the trees. 

The orange, citron, guava, date. 

The pains to gather only wait. 

Limes, lemons, cocoas, grape fruits, figs. 

Here swing upon the living twigs. 

And May, delightful May, has made 

Her home forever in this shade. 

A thousand birds of plumage gay 

Are swimming on each liquid way. 



SONGS OF THE CUMBERLANDS. 

These citrus groves the whole day long 

Are ringing with the voice of song ; 

Here is the sea, the playful sea, 

Which always had a charm for me, 

Upon whose sands I often stand 

And watch the billows kiss the land : 

My sail I spread before the breeze 

That wafts me on with speed and ease — 

How truly blest is life to be 

A citizen beside this sea ? 

We want an artist here to trace 

The beauties all these lakes embrace, 

We want a poet here to sing 

To glory this abode of Spring ; 

But had the Fates been pleased to own 

I had a right to music's throne, 

These warblers soon would hush their throats 

And list to stranger, sweeter notes, 

Or could I wield the painter's brush 

The canvas I would boldly touch. 

And all the beauties that are here 

In other climes would re-appear. 



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SONGS OF THE CUMBERLANDS. 



OCKLAWAHA. 



(A tributary of the St. Johns' Fla.) 

Quit the North, you sportive rover, 
Fields perfumed with blooming clover, 
Quit the city's rushing, jeering, 
Mountain rocks that boast in peering, 
Quit Niagra, Minnehaha, 
Seek the brakes of Ocklawaha, 
Seek the hammocks of a river 
Where old VV inter's fingers never 

Plucked the flowers. 
Sol may rise and pour his blazes 
Where Kissimmee's flood amazes, 
Far beneath these dark recesses 
His sear heat no more oppresses. 
Cruel Care no more distresses. 
Thoughts are fixed on scenes embowering, 
Cypress, palms, magnolias towering. 
Mid the tangles many a wonder 
Half your former griefs will sunder, 
Further, deeper, penetrating 



SONGS OF THE CUMBERLANDS. 

Where bright birds are ever prating 

Fly the hours. 
Part the hammock, seek the river, 
There the sunbeams gayly quiver 
In the shadows deep and lasting, 
There no tempests loud and blasting 
Break the waters' gentle slumbers, 
But the mock-bird's varied numbers 

Float serene. 



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76 SONGS OF THE CUMBERLANDS. 



DARK WARRIORS ARE WHERE? 



I went to the vale of the echoing Fred, 

The walls of dark granite affronted the cloud ; 

They were blackened with smoke, but the warriors had 
fled; 
There thundered the cascade, and spray was its shroud. 

I turned to the caverns, the inmates had fled, 
The twilight recesses I ventured to probe, 

But on the damp pavements where revels had sped 
Old Lonelmess sat in his odious robe. 

The warriors' grim ensigns of victory hung there, 
I viewed each strange trace of a people and sighed; 

On leaving I spoke, " The dark warriors are where ?" 
" Dark warriors are where ?" all the caverns replied. 



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CRYSTAL CAVERNS. 



I ween old Jupiter to-night 

Will thunder from his heavenly height, 

As eight o'clock repeats its jolt 

He'll turn loose every thunder-bolt, 

Eolus rolls his winds along, 

Big clouds of dust are in the throng ; 

Why does not Neptune interfere 

To check this wrath of Jupiter ? 

No, let it storm till mountains tilt, 

Of black-gum logs my shanty's built. 

Asleep or 'wake I don't know which, 

At Panama I dig a ditch. 

Pshaw, Clio, such a dev'lish dream ! 

Things are not often what they seem ; 

Here through this port-hole let us view 

The lightning's flashing, dazzling hue ; 

The clouds are empty, not a drop 

Of rain has struck my shanty's top ! 

Look, yonder where the thunders grate 

A mountain lays its ponderous weight, 

There is a palace under ground, 

How tired the feet that tramp its round 



78 SONGS OF THE CUMBERLANDS. 

Crawling through holes you reach each room, 

Superbly dread you'll think the gloom. 

Lately those silent depths I viewed, 

The way with broken rocks was strewed ; 

There many a column, scars revealing. 

Rose from the floor and kissed the ceiling, 

As many prostrate blocked the floor. 

Destructive hands had gone before, 

A thousand spears from overhead 

Stuck through my heart a sense of dread ; 

What grander scenes beneath the sun 

Than caverns like this awful one ? 

But let us quit this noted sight 

To climb the mountain's dizzier height ; 

Peaches are ripe, they dangle free, 

A zephyr rustles every tree. 

Back to this room, my tramping o'er, 

Through musty volume's late I p'»re. 

Sometimes the midnight strikes its gong 

And finds me bent o'er prose or song. 



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SUA^SET. 



The sun goes down into the dappled sea. 

A fading, ruby glimmer marks his grave, 
The dew-drops kiss the opening flowers, the bee 

Well freighted seeks its isle across the wave. 

The breezes cease to fan the fisher's brow, 

The billows hush their thunders on the shore, 

The weary bird grows silent in his bough, 
And nature whispers, '^ Sunset, day is o'er !" 



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